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Dorian #7

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Chris will read Dorian Gray again today, but he will read it rapidly, conscious of the fact that he is sweating profusely, his heart is hammering and his hands are trembling. But when he finishes the story, he will have found no clue to what’s happened to him. Nothing to ease the cyclonic turmoil battering his soul and flinging his life into despair. Tears will come but they will not be enough to wash away the blood from the sores and wounds mutilating and contorting his face, nor will anything relieve the agonies persecuting every movement of his necrotising flesh.

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